Stupid fool I lost a gold mine 'whipping posthumous'

I accepted the invitation love him while he was a student last year, you were going to do. He than I am 3 years old, dashing, form, romantic man. He is my first love and is also the person who made me suffer for. So far I've never thought of going to the entanglement of friendship while still in school. Although it has adamantly refused to know how other people's love for words but fate brought me to him.

Compared with the previous "satellite" guy ever pursue me he didn't have many highlights, nor is the excellent man. But sometimes the reason can not control, floating hearts, don't know from time to time I go into the shadows in my subconscious, from eyes to smile, or just those small gestures when you drop help me ... all that belongs to you is deep in my heart.

Maybe it's the feeling of love, longing for a person. The feeling that hard to tell up into words, I just know I always wanted to meet you, see you, talk to you ... and I find myself becoming powerful, I have actively speak out your feelings. At first only interested him, silently and then close you over, then I decided to take the courage to meet him and say out the word love.

I had to practice all night for love to shed tomorrow morning when I don't see you shaking that botched. So that morning when I stood before my lips flutter of Cork turned just in time to say, "you ... you ... love you .... get dried...?". I just remember him laughing so loud, large that makes my face flushing just wants to find something that going right on. And then very quickly he grabbed my hands, hugging me and given up my lips kiss. He says "don't you agree to say the word love. By people who love you, I love you, people accept it. .. ".All goes exactly like a dream, a dream that I've never dared to think that there will be real. Our love to each other like that. A staff guy, a trainee, coming together only after 2 months know. Whether it is love "lightning" like how people still referred to. Since the day I love you I like to dream that there is no way out.

A lot of times you ask me why beautiful, good, back came the Emerald leaves Golden Spike was so old that it is not love, then love chooses you. Indeed the question made me hardly answered, love has no correct answer, wrong, good, bad ... didn't know why we love a person. Love to the reception.

Maybe my love will be as beautiful as a dream if that night I calm enough to keep. The pain came to me when given you something of my daughters gold and then suddenly not a word of English "whipping posthumous". Even time to embrace the pain, the hurt and shame on myself I still can not understand why you treat her so?. If has truly love each other, you should be more responsible for what she did. Here you get the hands as never happened, and never knew me.

That night when lying in your arms, you have said that you love me, all my life my love only, and will only get me wife. He gently kissed my lips up, and so I can not control themselves given to you what I have. An later that night our love that salty, more will would doubt these days later you said like all never happened, and like never knew him, and also do not contact you again. Do not accept what is going on, a lot of times I called you, but you are all shut down, even blocked my number.

His attitude made me painfully as tens of thousands of needle stab to the heart, writhing in pain, I have the time I thought of death. But I've always believed you had new reason to treat me that way. He is not a bad man. Just to meet you when I know you're a bad man, the worst in the world. He said not know who I am, I don't even know, and blatantly hugging one other daughter. The most precious gold of my daughter who has given away can not get back. The pain of love left in me like a scar as long as want to remind remind me not to forget the anguish that men silver currency which has brought.=